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Politics : Sioux Nation -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: SiouxPal who wrote (52156)	12/11/2005 3:50:01 PM
From: redfish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 362152

Back when I used to kayak in Mexico we used to drink a lot of Hornitos tequila, we would kill a bottle in no time drinking from the tiniest little glasses you've ever seen, one after the other. It's hard to find in the US but has always been my favorite, probably cause it reminds me of good times. My bestest kayaking buddy at the time was a devout christian but he knew I was the weakest paddler of the bunch and at the end of the day my nerves would be shot, so as I'd take my first bit of tequila in the evening I'd catch his eye and say "for medicinal purposes only" and he'd say "of course." We used to go on trips with a guide who was virulently hated in Boulder and most cities that have a lot of paddlers, on account of he was the most obnoxious human ever born. But once you got him out of "Syphilization" as he called it he was in his element and nothing, no matter how weird, ever threw him off. Once I wandered off by myself into the jungle on the Guatemalan side looking for an archeological site called Pierdras Negras. I didn't have a compass (GPS was just a dream at the time) but I knew the sun would set over the river, and I could always find my way back to the river by following the sun. But as you near the equator the sun sets fast, so fast you can't believe it, one minute it's there the next minute gone. So I started jogging to where I had seen the sun set, but there were many forks in the trail ... I had to guess which fork I had taken on the way in. And nothing looks familiar, and it's getting dark. About this time my heart is beating pretty hard and I figure it's time to stop this jogging nonsense, it's time to run. So I pick a trail and hope it's the right one and start running at a clip I can maintain for maybe two miles and hoping I picked the right path and it's getting darker ... And soon I see our faithful guide, running at a very good clip up my trail and looking relieved. He never breathed a word of reproach, I think he understood that sometimes a guy just has to go off wandering on his own.